Like so many of you, I remember my grandparents' thriftiness. They made it through the Depression, but its impact never left them. They made the most of every penny. Even when a lifetime of hard work made got them to a place of being financially "secure."

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Even into their late seventies, they were still planting and canning a cellar full of bounty from their garden. I remember the fun of selling their berries to the neighbors. We picked beans and had fresh corn on the cob for dinner. Gramma made apple pies from fruit trees in their yard in Pontiac, MI.

Grampa had nothing but a fourth grade education when he moved to Detroit, but worked his way up to general foreman at Pontiac Motors. They were able to pay cash for their house. Grampa's car was his pride and joy, but I remember him riding his old Schwinn bike to the store to pick up bread and milk. The menu was determined by what was on sale at the grocery store. Going out to eat was a rare treat. But who needed it, when nobody cooked like Gramma. No store-bought cake mixes for her!

Even though they could have afforded all the modern amenities, Gramma still washed her dishes by hand in about two inches of water! Clothes were hung on the line, paper bags were used to line the garbage. Nothing was wasted. Even as they watched TV in the evening, Gramma kept busy; knitting or crocheting afghans for the people she loved.

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Not only did they know how to stretch a dollar, they knew how to make wonderful memories for their grandkids while doing it!